Savage Lover: A Dark Mafia Romance (Brutal Birthright Book 3)

Vanessa’s head rests in the curve of my hip while she sleeps, still holding me in her mouth and making me feel like a god. She passed out lying on her stomach naked between my legs after I came a second time down her throat. She swallowed every drop I gave her, moaning through her orgasm induced by her own fingers.

Sleeping so peacefully with her long, tangled blonde hair spread around my thighs, even tickling my balls, she looks like a fallen angel who went rogue. Or one who was held captive and thoroughly debauched by the devil himself.

Honestly, I’m surprised Vanessa didn’t push me away after five seconds of straddling her face the first time I finished.

My butterfly won’t let me inside of her, but she seems content to give me this unique sort of intimacy I’ve never experienced before.

The fact that she’s not doing it for money, or because she wants anything else from me, feels oddly exhilarating.

Vanessa is the most stubborn woman I know. She doesn’t get anything out of warming my cock with her mouth for hours now. I know there are plenty of other ways she would rather pass her time, and yet, today she chose to unselfishly submit to me, to my whims.

I would gladly spend days with my tongue between her legs, giving her endless pleasure. The only reason I don’t is because of the ache of need for her, and her constant rejection to give me what I’m desperate to have.

Her.

All of her, in every way possible.

Slowly, carefully so as to not disturb the sleeping goddess sucking my cock, I reach to my right, removing my phone from the charging stand on the nightstand.

No surprise, I have half a dozen notifications about calls and shit I have on the calendar. None of it is more important than keeping my ass in this bed with Vanessa as long as possible.

I send Eli a text to go to my office and reschedule everything on the calendar for the day.

His response is instant. ALL DAY??? Are you sure? Everything okay?

Vanessa will kill me for it if she finds out, but I can’t resist pulling up the camera app to snap a photo of her asleep on me, my cock warm, wet, and cozy thanks to her mouth. I plan to keep the image for an eternity, but I also share it with Eli along with the message, I’m confined to bed for the foreseeable future.

Eli’s reply is one hell of a buzz killer. Holy shit that’s hot as fuck. I thought she hated you???

He’s right. She does hate me. Although, she doesn’t look like a woman who hates me at the moment. No, quite the opposite.

If there is a thin line between love and hate, would it be too much to hope that Vanessa could tightrope walk it? She would probably have to be blindfolded and drunk to fall for me, but anything is possible.

Wanting her to love me is downright evil. Nothing good ever happens to women who attempt to have a future with me.

While it seemed like horrible coincidences to lose all three of the girls’ mothers, the more time goes by the more I convince myself that it feels more like a vindictive punishment than karma. At least for Madison and Cass’s mothers. Sophie’s mother Stephanie died of natural causes following a difficult childbirth.

Or at least that’s what the doctors told me.

If the three deaths were all murders, then I could waste the rest of my life looking for someone else to accuse while knowing deep down that I only have myself to blame.

I was the common denominator in all three women’s lives. They just had the bad luck of getting pregnant with my daughters.

And what the hell did I do to deserve being responsible for three innocent girls?

Coincidence or not, I can’t condemn Vanessa to an early grave just because I selfishly want to keep her in my bed.

Not that I think she would stay even if I begged her.

No, I just need to accept that our time together is limited, enjoy it while it lasts, and then let her go.

Vanessa

I wake up with a damp chin from drooling in my sleep…and the head of a half-hard cock poking the inside of my cheek.

Again?

He’s already come three times! Well, the third was sort of my fault. Dante was napping when I woke up earlier. He would’ve stayed that way if I hadn’t suckled him like I was trying to slurp up a banana split through a straw. Dante popped right up, in the bed and in my mouth, and grabbed both of my swaying breasts to use them as reins. Good times.

Swiping my hand over my wet chin, and then Dante’s hip, I glance up to find him lounging against a pile of pillows, all the ones from the pillow wall, his arm thrown behind his head, a Cheshire cat smile on his face showing his straight, white teeth.

Despite how smug he looks, I don’t take my mouth off his cock just yet. Instead, I mumble around him, “What time is it?”

“A little after three.”

Wow. Three? That means I’ve been warming his cock for an entire workday.

Tapping a single finger underneath my chin, he says, “We both need to go eat something, then I’m going to have you for dessert. I want to see how many times I can make you come before you pass out.”

I hum my enthusiastic agreement with that plan.

Gripping the underside of my chin in one hand, and his dick in the other, he pulls it free, leaving my mouth feeling oddly empty.

“Thank you for giving me a day I’ll never forget.”

His words, while appreciative also sound like a goodbye. That’s why I decide to lighten the mood as I slip off the bed to go use the restroom. “And I will never be able to forget the taste of your cum for as long as I live, so thanks for that.”

Grabbing his balls in one hand, and stroking his damp, swelling dick in the other, Dante says, “I’ve got another cup brewing if you’re still thirsty.”

“Are you referring to your seed as coffee or tea in that analogy?” I ask over my shoulder. “And how can you be horny again already?”

“Because there’s a beautiful, naked woman with an amazing ass strutting around my room with a very dirty mouth,” he replies, laying the compliments on thick. “And I’m going to go with a cup of warm milk, since taking my load put you right to sleep.”

“Thanks, I may never be able to stomach milk again,” I reply with a bark of laughter as I finally go to the restroom.

After that’s taken care of, I hop in the shower, needing two rinses with conditioner to get my hair untangled. Before I’m finished, Dante joins me, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks behind me. Spreading them apart, he says, “Let me at least fuck you here, butterfly.”

“No way in hell,” I quickly reply, turning to face him while rinsing off the body wash.

Seeing him standing so tall and intimidating before me, muscular and tattooed and naked, with his hard, proud cock, I nearly drop to my knees to worship him again.

What is wrong with me? Has Dante been dosing me up with a love potion to turn me into a horny, needy slut for him? I’ve never been this way with a man before, so obsessed with sex. Not that I’ve had a lot of it with men. Mostly, I’ve gotten off with plastic vibrating toys.

And I’ve definitely never been with a man who enjoys starting most days by waking me up with his tongue licking me until I come.

The relentless oral is nothing more than Dante’s attempt to eventually convince me to let him plunge inside of me. He thinks that eventually I’ll be so high on orgasms that I’ll say yes to anything, even letting him fuck me.

While I’m at war with myself internally, Dante rinses his hair and then starts toward me. I take a step backward, my back hitting the wall with nowhere else to go. The mafia king presses the wet, warm front of his body against mine, including the long hard inches poking my belly. His fingers wrap around my throat, tilting my head up so his lips can brush mine while his other hand reaches around to grab a handful of my ass cheek. “Let me see if you still taste like me,” he says before his tongue darts past my parted lips again and again to swipe over my tongue. The whole time he grinds his shaft into me. “Mmm, salty with a hint of chlorine, like swallowing a mouthful of the ocean, followed by a sip of pool water.”

“You are sick,” I tell him against his lips. He’s not wrong, though, about how he tastes.

The fingers on my throat tighten their hold. “I’m sick? You’re the one who has a belly full of my cum after sucking my dick for eight hours straight like you couldn’t get enough.”

“You made me do it,” I respond, even though I know it’s a weak argument.

“I made you? I made you?” he repeats, sounding furious. Dante roughly spins me around by my neck, so my face is pressed to the shower tile. Leaning forward he sticks his tongue in my ear, making me shiver as his cock wedges itself in the crack of my ass. “Is that what you told yourself? That I made you suck me dry? In that case, I should make you take my cock like a good little slut.”

He pushes his cock between my tightly closed thighs, just like he worked his finger between my crossed legs the other night.

“That’s right, make me work for every inch so you can keep pretending you don’t want it.” When his hard shaft pushes through, grazing my swollen, needy clit, I whimper.

I wait for him to pull back, to shove inside of me, but he doesn’t. Dante slaps my pussy lips with his length, teasing me. Desperate for more, I even spread my legs farther apart. He fists himself, dragging his cock through my folds while keeping his fingers around my neck.

“You’re so wet I would slide right inside, wouldn’t I?”

I shake my head. It’s the one part of my body that’s not completely on board with letting him fuck me against the shower wall. My traitorous ass is raised, though, as I stand on my tiptoes with my palms braced on the wall, begging him to take me.

That’s when I realize what I’m doing. If Dante does this, I’ll hate myself, but I’ll also hate him too. I would never forgive him for taking what I didn’t freely give.

When he notches his rounded head to my entrance, I finally speak up. “Don’t.”

“Don’t?” he asks, resuming stroking himself through my folds faster, harder than before. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t…fuck me,” I whisper breathlessly as he works me up to another orgasm with each pass of his hardness over my clit.

“Why not?” he growls against my ear, slamming his hips into my ass like we’re halfway there. “You love when my tongue and fingers are inside of you. My cock will fill you up so damn good.”

“Because…”

“Because why?” he asks as he takes me higher and higher.

And just before I explode from pleasure, I tell him the truth. “Because you’ll destroy me.”